Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

As she stepped down and stood in front of him, he couldn't help averting his gaze. Her sight was so mesmerizing to his eyes. 
While Ayleen also adored the handsome man in front of her. His handsome features were not the one to ignore, but she never payed attention to it. Despite her mind always provoked it, that she has a handsome husband although.

But her liberty, freedom and rights were above all. And she couldn't place them beneath his beauty. She was a woman of moral standards.

"You look gorgeous" he complimented as he tried to maintain a eye contact with her.

"Thank you" she replied meekly as she was blushing hard due to his intense gaze and couldn't lift her eyes up to make contact with him.

Besides she also couldn't forget the way he treated her, abused her. No matter how much decent he tries to be, it was only for the time being. Not to forget he was not in love with her, just mesmerized by her beauty. It was just attraction between them which held their bodies together and shot their hormones to alarming level.

She could feel the pain in her back, to be correct, never forgot about it.

He forwarded his hand to take hers. She hesitated for a moment while she looked at his hand. She was not sure about responding to him. But then she held out her hand and placed her soft hand in his rough ones. 
The jolts of shivers ran through her body as her warm, calm skin contacted with his cold one. 
He took her hand in a grip and pulled her towards him, wounding his hand around her waist. They moved and walked through the hall towards the main door where driver was waiting for them.

As they approached the car, the driver opened the backseat door for both of them. He motioned her to sit first.
She moved inside and sat beside the window.
Umer sat beside her and driver closed the door. The scent in car was filled with his strong manly ardour. He always wore a signature, branded perfume.

She opened the window beside her and felt the cold wind on her face. It was so soothing for her. As on the other side, Umer was greatly disturbed by her attempt as it took away the warm aura of the inside, and even had to turn off the air conditioner.

"Shut down this window instantly!" He ordered the driver in his stern voice and stricken expression.

She got hurt by his sudden rudeness. She looked at him with sorrowful eyes, but he didn't spare her a glance. She turned her face again towards the closed black window and laid her head against it, closing her eyes and waiting for the journey to end and reach their destination.

He was not immensely busy in phone but he although acted like one. He was sure that she was hurt by his sudden change in his behavior, but that's what he wanted. He didn't wanted to be too sweet with her or she will might get wrong about him. He wanted her to fear him, and think him as a ruthless being who don't give a damn about her but can't even stand her disobedience and cold shoulder. Inside he greatly wanted her attention, he wanted her to fall in love with him, he wanted to pride himself with her love. But he was not sure about himself, that whether if she develop feelings for him, will he respond back with love or bitterness? It was a tough question and he didn't gave much thought to it. But he also found immense pleasure in touching her, she acted differently than his whores. Her body was always on fire whenever he touched her but she always had the guts to deny him. And it provoked him most.

They reached their Destination after 45 minutes drive. 
The driver opened the door and they were welcomed warmly by the staff. It was a grand hotel, which blew her senses at the first sight. 
Each sight in front of her was screaming money, and wherever her eyes roamed she only found rich people especially Sheiks. 
There were alot of foreign people too, and to her amazement women wore very revealing clothes.

Her so called husband was also treated like one, as a VIP and that sparked her senses when she realized that she underestimated him. 
He was counted as a important personality between them as all the well dressed, rich CEOs, Sheiks came forward to greet him separately. While she tugged his arm and stood beside him, just passing gesture smiles to all those people.

The waiter came and offered them best wine. Her eyes almost popped out when he took them shamelessly while she denied. 
Her eyes became saucers when he gulped down the liquor in one go. 
Not to mention, she although found empty bottles of beer in his study room but watching him in front of her eyes, drinking that Haram thing was so devastating for her.

She rolled her eyes off him and let his arm go. She moved aside and stood on the opposite side of the table, confronting him. She tried not to look his way, while she looked randomly at her surroundings. She took a sip of the sparkling water in front of her, but still having unsure feelings.

Umer could see her movements clearly and understood everything. He knew she did not like him drinking alcohol, but who cares? 
He stepped to her side, and whispered in her ear,

"I'm gonna go and meet people, you stay here until I come" saying this he disappeared in people behind her, without giving her any chance to reply.

She cursed him under his breath and stood their unwillingly, waiting for him. The food in front of her was very appealing but she couldn't risk eating it, in horror that it might contain Haram ingredients. 
Getting bore she stood up and went to find ladies bathroom. She crossed the busy hall and entered empty corridors. 
She looked here and there but didn't find anything. She kept on moving beside the closed rooms on either side. 
Suddenly a room opened and she was collided with a man. 
Luckily she was saved as his arm snaked around her waist and helped her to stand.
She was so embarrassed, she quickly tried to regain her balance and stand properly. 
But little did she knew she was in great trouble. The man in front of her who looked between his thirties was not just handsome but also drunk. 
He was smelling foul and as she tried to turn and take her steps back, she was pulled hard from behind, as her soaring backbone collided with his chest. 
She gasped in terror. The man held her tightly by wounding his one arm around her chest and the other on her waist. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, taking in her sweet but royal fragrance. 
Her sympathetic nervous system kicked in and she was put in fight mode. 
She bit harshly on his arm, as she tried to run away, but as soon as his grip got lose, his other hand pushed her to the nearest wall and he hovered over her, credit to his long height.
She screamed her lungs but he placed a hand on her mouth, shutting down her deadly screams. With his other hand he savagely took off the hem of her saree, from her shoulder. 
Sinking down deep, his teeth teared her skin. Her eyes turned bright red as tears flowed helplessly like water from her eyes.